Wait, And Thy Soul Shall Speak.

Only That Mind Draws Me Which I Cannot Read.

Every Man Is Not So Much A Workman In The World As He Is A Suggestion Of That He Should Be. Men Walk As Prophecies Of The Next Age.

Our Admiration Of The Antique Is Not Admiration Of The Old, But Of The Natural.

When He Is Pushed, Tormented, Defeated, He Has A Chance To Learn Something; ... He Learns His Ignorance, Is Cured Of The Insanity Of Conceit; Has Got Moderation And Real Skill.

Tis Curious That We Only Believe As Deeply As We Live.